Poetry

Friday, 10 March 2023

Be sure

 There're tears in your eyes

But don't ask why

When you're so sure of it

That you could fly

When you're falling down

Think you'll die

When you find your wings

And you can fly

Well you just better be sure

Before you cut the cord

that you don't want to speak anymore

When you're falling down like you fell before

When you're falling down like you fell before

But you cut the cord

You cut the cord


Snow drops grow in the foot prints of the saints

The pure white snow there's no darkness to taint it

And I would paint your picture, like you paint your toes

Oh you better be sure before you let go


Oh the snow came down, like it did before

And the paint dripped on the floor

Beauty skips away on the land

The beauty skips again with the springtime skin

And the lambkins sip down at the ford

And you better be quick when you cut the cord


It's all going now, it's all going

You can start your life again,

Start your life again

While it's snowing

Yes while it's snowing

And the wind is blowing

And the Rams are ramming

The Ewes are lambing


Spring is growing, and you must be going

You better be sure, before you cut the cord

That you don't need me no more

You don't need me no more

You better be sure





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